jigsaw's thread of holy scrolls

[$inista]

Not as many real niggas,too many so called g'z/Just like its too many rappers,n not enough emcees/Niggas claimin they 6 figgas,only stackin a couple g'z/Like they flippin 100 pounds,only splittin a couple z's/Lotta sensitive ass niggaz wanna r.a.p/While the illest rappers alive wanna sing r&b/Like how the hardest in the hood wanna wear tight jeans/so they saggin they fukin pants so the clit don't bleed/Too many faggit muthafuckas wanna get down like me


peace yo fire fire but anit that truth lmao

[JIGSAW45]

Word up yo...thanx

[Fatal Guillotine]

nice shit jig

[JIGSAW45]

Repped,thanx for peepin the thread yo,peace

[JIGSAW45]

Yo the rattle n boom sounds from clappin the 2 pounds/
Attackin the booth blaow,contractin ya womb now/
U blacker than blue now,I'm crashin ya crews down/
Sweeping thru like blizzards n smash u with 2 plows/
Immense pressure the heart tester,jigsama the brain stresser/
2 bangs to the main rester,b makin the pain lesser/
Swangin the chain necker,n rangin the stained heckler/
Will change ya to maimed lepers,don't stayn in my same sector/
My circle stay closed black,to all u foes that/
Attempt to get close raps,explosive on contact/

[JIGSAW45]

From the slums of brideport to the temples/
Wisdom invaluable info,technique is like infallible nempo/
crush a muthafucka slow or spittin fast to the tempo/
yo my mothafuckin flow is like a blast to the temple/
Crushin skeletal features,the fuckin lyrical reaper/
phrenologist deeper speaker,i cometh to fuckin teach ya/
The culture restorin preacher that runneth all thru ya speaker/
Lunchin n muchin eat cha the hunger that aim to reach ya/
last of a band of brothers trained to fight for a reason/
Withstand the change in the seasons,disbandin himself from treason/
No honor amongst thieves,escapin thru autumn leaves/
Travel thru winters breeze,spring on the trigger squeeze/
Trap gunner that eat a summer,n bring a titan to knees/
exhaling the coldest winds beware of the killer freeze/
the blackest of operations take place in the coldest places/
Im facin my souls enslavement but laced with the boldest statments/
I move mountains with syllables,murder anything killable/
Flaming letters come together deep inside the umbillical/
Branded into my stomach lining,keepin it thoro/
From the port to the island to the stoops in every burrough/
My Killa spit is the excrement,represent with no sentiment/
screaming on ignorance from the tops of the housing tenements/
We are the crystal methodists,the fuckin missing element/
Stompin irrelevance like a herd of giant elephants/
Risin against the forces thats holdin the culture hostage/
The worldwide scholars bring the war to they cottage/
freein hip hop from capture releasing her of her bondage/
Continue the neverendin battle...pcp got this/
My spirit is mine to own,my lyrical mind to phone/
Click clackin on these muthafuckas,rhyme to the dome/
They Arms too stubby,cut fingers to little nubbys/
pen is shackled to my wrist, keep trying to take it from me/

[$inista]

spring on the trigger squeeze/
Trap gunner that eat a summer,n bring a titan to knees/
exhaling the coldest winds beware of the killer freeze/
the blackest of operations take place in the coldest places/
Im facin my souls enslavement but laced with the boldest statments/
I move mountains with syllables,murder anything killable/
Flaming letters come together deep inside the umbillical/
Branded into my stomach lining,keepin it thoro/
From the port to the island to the stoops in every burrough/

fucken nasty

peep

From Staten back to the Port bread from the culture for the combative aspect of the sport, Spitting nasty like regurgitated ruptured vaginal warts, infectious & contagious pages creative native to the tongue, switching lungs lyrical slugs, imperial thugs, visual guns hung from shoulder holsters, rhyme boasters bounty on the poster cowboy or bare footed soldier, warriors headdress, blades of stone leave mutha fuckas headless stacked in catacombs, my peoples vengeance I spit it in blood, encrypted in love from my darkest sprit to crush opposition its just pure unadulterated wisdom passed down threw the blood line, I incline like cliff hangers anit trying to fall off Molotov cocktail I rock well with hot shells in slow motion heads swell & combust such as when our lyrics touch drums
Wut up sun we shining like the tuck when it opens fire, wet up your whole attire set your soul on fire when the iron transpire certain skills are required made to inspire you cant fake this we see in your face you a liar PCP & Tribu Militia murder for hire

[JIGSAW45]

Sick sick sick bro...thanx for peepin my stuff as well.

[SKAMPOE]

fucken nasty

peep

from staten back to the port bread from the culture for the combative aspect of the sport, spitting nasty like regurgitated ruptured vaginal warts, infectious & contagious pages creative native to the tongue, switching lungs lyrical slugs, imperial thugs, visual guns hung from shoulder holsters, rhyme boasters bounty on the poster cowboy or bare footed soldier, warriors headdress, blades of stone leave mutha fuckas headless stacked in catacombs, my peoples vengeance i spit it in blood, encrypted in love from my darkest sprit to crush opposition its just pure unadulterated wisdom passed down threw the blood line, i incline like cliff hangers anit trying to fall off molotov cocktail i rock well with hot shells in slow motion heads swell & combust such as when our lyrics touch drums
wut up sun we shining like the tuck when it opens fire, wet up your whole attire set your soul on fire when the iron transpire certain skills are required made to inspire you cant fake this we see in your face you a liar pcp & tribu militia murder for hire

fuckin awesome

[SKAMPOE]

from the slums of brideport to the temples/
wisdom invaluable info,technique is like infallible nempo/
crush a muthafucka slow or spittin fast to the tempo/
yo my mothafuckin flow is like a blast to the temple/
crushin skeletal features,the fuckin lyrical reaper/
phrenologist deeper speaker,i cometh to fuckin teach ya/
the culture restorin preacher that runneth all thru ya speaker/
lunchin n muchin eat cha the hunger that aim to reach ya/

last of a band of brothers trained to fight for a reason/
withstand the change in the seasons,disbandin himself from treason/

no honor amongst thieves,escapin thru autumn leaves/
travel thru winters breeze,spring on the trigger squeeze/
trap gunner that eat a summer,n bring a titan to knees/
exhaling the coldest winds beware of the killer freeze/
the blackest of operations take place in the coldest places/
im facin my souls enslavement but laced with the boldest statments/

i move mountains with syllables,murder anything killable/
flaming letters come together deep inside the umbillical/

branded into my stomach lining,keepin it thoro/
from the port to the island to the stoops in every burrough/
my killa spit is the excrement,represent with no sentiment/
screaming on ignorance from the tops of the housing tenements/
we are the crystal methodists,the fuckin missing element/
stompin irrelevance like a herd of giant elephants/

risin against the forces thats holdin the culture hostage/
the worldwide scholars bring the war to they cottage/
freein hip hop from capture releasing her of her bondage/
continue the neverendin battle...pcp got this/
my spirit is mine to own,my lyrical mind to phone/
click clackin on these muthafuckas,rhyme to the dome/
they arms too stubby,cut fingers to little nubbys/
pen is shackled to my wrist, keep trying to take it from me/

holy fkn shit
this is by far my most fav verse i ever saw u write bro

highlighted r my fav rhymes

[JIGSAW45]

Peace gawd.